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goldsbitch · 4 months

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Could we dance in the past?

part 2 to I gave so many signs

summary: First unrequited love is not the one to ever leave your mind. Y/N looks back at her missed connection with Charles Leclerc from the time they were just teenagers and regrets having him slip away.

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

right where you left me - Taylor Swift Before love came to kill us - Jessie Reyes

warning: Present time, the past....alcohol and typos

Charles did all he could to appear normal and not give away that he was shaking on the inside. He was used to masking his true feelings, can't let other drivers know you're nervous, ever. Years of training and overused trick with digging his nails to his palm paid back. His latest girlfriend didn't seem to notice.

Life's good and I'm gettin' paid, mm But I think about you everyday, oh no (still) When I miss you I medicate (pour up drink, drink)

They went home earlier than planned, but Charles could not spend another minute locked up in the same space as Y/N without acting out or worse - getting up to talk to her. It was surprising that his lame excuse worked and hadn't caused any alarms with his girlfriend. He tried his best to look chill, laughed at the jokes he would have, listened attentively, contributed to the conversation, kissed his so called love on the cheek and took her home, where he made her feel good, as he normally would. Only once she fell asleep, only when he was really sure of that, he allowed his mind to roam free. He had to get up and leave the bed their currently shared. If he had been a smoker, this would be the moment to drag out half of pack. In the end, he opted for a glass of his favorite drink, or at least something that would resemble that. As he sipped his faux Moscow mule, he cursed the day Y/N showed him this drink.

For a moment at least I know You were mine and it was beautiful

"Ok, ok, listen, listen Charles," Y/N insisted, waiving her drunker finger around with a drunken sassy demeanor. "Yes, mon chéri," he replied, so alcohol flowing through his system one could be surprised he was still lucid. "I absolutely hate this...this thing," she pointed to the contents of her glass. "Oh, come on! You can't leave me alone in this celebration!" he moaned like a little baby. It was right after one of his biggest achievements in racing yet, but he was just too young to celebrate publicly, so there they were, two teenagers discovering the limits of alcohol in Y/N's empty apartment. Charles was over the moon when he found out that her parents were out of town, already being high on the post race hormones. Sometimes the starts just align. "I'm not going to leave you alone, you're stuck with me. But! We have to stop pretending like this tastes good," she nearly threw her fancy glass containing her dad's whiskey. "I mean, it is absolutely horrible," Charles admitted and made Y/N laugh. One of his favorite things. He got closer to her, one narrow kitchen counter parting them. "So what will we do?" "Let's get creative," she exclaimed and started to google around and sent Charles over to the fridge for a variety of ingredients that did not go together in any situation. "We need to find our signature drink. I want to walk over somewhere one day and be like...one martini, dry," she played a parody of her older self. "Yeah, you're right. Because the whiskey is definitely not it," he agreed and spit the rest of his out. "That's like few hundred euros you spit there, buddy," she whispered. Charles's eyes went wide and immediately started to apologize and offering to pay back. He was not amused when she laughed at him and brought it up when he went to the toilet, saying that he did not have to pay for the toilet paper. When he came back from the bathroom, he managed to bump right into Y/N, who though that the best thing to do was to jump at him from a corner. This resulted in her spilling her Moscow mule on both of them. Charles found it funny at first and took it as a great opportunity to take his shirt off, with a little hope that it might actually impress her a bit. He had worked out a lot lately. This had totally backfired the minute he noticed that Y/N was also soaking wet. He had already noticed earlier that she was not wearing a bra and tried not to imagine what she would have looked like without her loose t-shirt. His imagination could have gone on vacation now, her nipples were poking through and the t-shirt hugged the shape of her breasts tightly. Once again, as he had been times before with this girl, he was speechless and frozen. The internal battle being that he wanted to be as respectful as one could be, but his dreams were also becoming real right before his teenage eyes. She seemed to be drunk enough not to take care. He peaked several times and cursed himself when he heard the diplomatic words coming out of his mouth, informing Y/N of her situation. She thanked him dearly and covered herself by wearing his hoodie. This image made Charles's situation ten times worse, especially when he saw the little blush on her cheek. For a moment he imagined that she was his and only his. Took him two years before he washed that hoodie again.

But I wanna hold ya Like it's June in the west end Back when you were my best friend Before love came to kill us

It was always hard, seeing Y/N. He thought with time and age it would get easier, but all those talks about talk about time healing wounds did not align with his experience. He somehow got over it, had several girlfriends after her and discovered he really was the relationship type. But she just shined in colors brighter than anyone else. They understood each other. Charles was aware of that when he was young, but underestimated the rarity of that kind of a connection. Years had passed - and it didn't seem to matter.

Trends change, rumors fly through new skies But I'm right where you left me

He loved his girlfriend. He must have. The note was there simply in case she woke up when he was on his fake midnight jog. Occasional midnight run was something he did from time to time, so it was not suspicious. To sell it properly, just in case, he put on his running shoes and a hoodie. Strangely similar one to the one he gave Y/N that one Moscow mule night.

She must have stopped going to their usual café spot. It had been weeks since they talked, Charles took the events that happened at her prom to heart and decided that it was time for him to get over his best friend. He was sure you'd be friends again, sooner rather than later, but he needed some time to process. Or at least he thought, this was all very new to him, nobody to talk to about it and nowhere to get some decent advice. But that was what all the songs he blasted for hours on end seemed to agree on, so he tried that. No contact. He caught himself taking the roads that lead pass the spots he knew you might be, whenever he was back home. His body playing tricks on him. He always peaked into the café window - what if... After sometime, the realization that Y/N had stopped coming there hit him hard. Suddenly, the possibility of you two never talking again started to look a little too realistic. No word from her, which was odd. She would always be the one to bombard Charles no matter how bad it got.

Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight"

And with days adding up to their friendship hiatus, he started to literally occupy that café, way more that when the pair hung out there together. There were only two waiters there changing their shifts back and forth. What Charles didn't know was that they put a bet on how long it would take for the girl that used to accompany the young man, whom they'd known by his name at that point, to come back with him one day. Young love, they used to reminisce of their own first heartbreak whenever he left the door.

They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared Right where you left me

He imagined this is what it felt like to have an heart attack. She finally sent him a message. And with that one text, he threw away all the work he tried to accomplish by keeping his distance and ended up right back where he started. Madly in love.

It's gettin' late And I should go

He knew he shouldn't have. Was old enough to know better this time. Understood that it was all super toxic for him and that he was in a much better place now. Oh, and then there was the fact that he had a girl back in his apartment. And it wasn't Y/N. But still, he casually jogged right back to the bar they'd left not even two hours ago. Surely, she'd be gone by now. He'd just check it out, have one last Moscow mule of the night and call it a day. That would have worked just fine. Hadn't it been for Y/N, standing alone in front of the bar entrance. Charles saw her getting shocked the moment she noticed him and dropping her cigarette. He slowed down and stared back at her. As if to make clear that him being here was not an accident this time. And also to finally look at her gorgeous, now adult, face without having to hide it.

So under the mask of the moon Could we dance in the past? Before love Before love came to kill us

part 3

#song fic #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc x female reader #ferrari f1 #f1 fic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #chalres leclerc fluff #f1 fluff #charles leclerc x y/n #taylor swift #jessie reyes #right where you left me #before love came to kill us

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spamgyu · 5 months

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Cherry // Wonwoo one shot

DESCRIPTION: His past was constantly haunting his thoughts, and he knew he deserved it. But he also didn't think that his past was much closer than he thought. PAIRING: Wonwoo x Reader GENRE: Angst

by popular demand, this is second part to champagne problems

"Hey did you get my Slack?"

His coworker looked up from his computer, meeting his eyes as he stood at the doorway of his office.

Lunch had finally rolled around and him and the friends he made in his department had made it a habit to spend their break together every Friday. It was his team leader, Jeonghan's turn to pick the restaurant and Wonwoo had taken the initiative to ask him where today's meal was going to be at.

Jeonghan was typically quick with his replies, but as his message remained unseen by his coworker, Wonwoo decided to head over to his office and ask him in person.

It was Friday, anyways. The emails and tasks can wait for Monday... or at least later after he had some sort of food in his stomach.

"Shit." Jeonghan slapped his hand on his forehead. "Completely forgot to let you guys know. My girlfriend is bringing lunch today."

Ah yes, the mystery girl his team lead claimed to be dating.

It had been a year since Wonwoo joined the team, and like the other two on their team, he had yet to meet the girl that had always been Jeonghan's topic of conversation. He had always talked about her but kept most of the details about her in secret – earning teasings from Joshua that the girl probably didn't exist.

Jeonghan was very private with his personal life, rarely allowing his work friends in on who he was outside of the company building.

Like a true Libra.

"Are we finally meeting her?" Wonwoo cracked a smile. He and the rest of their small team had always been quite curios of Jeonghan's significant other. Especially with how highly he spoke of her – as if he worshipped the ground she walked on.

They had always joked that he resembled the heart-eyes emoji anytime he spoke about the woman that had brought the light into his life.

And of course, Jeonghan didn't care for these light hearted comments; agreeing with them. He was clearly in love and no amount of teasing could embarrass him.

Jeonghan chuckled. "Maybe. Are you guys leaving soon?"

Wonwoo shrugged. "Haven't decided where to go."

"I'll be sure to introduce you guys to her." He smiled.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

He knew that voice from anywhere.

Though, the last time he's heard it, it didn't sound like this. It sounded broken, riddled with pain and tears.

At least, the last time he's heard it in person.

He could still hear it when he was alone with his thoughts, when there was stillness in his life, in his dreams. That voice was cheerful and bright in his head, replaying all the times she had called him "baby" and peppered his face with kisses.

Wonwoo felt his body grow cold – his ear zeroing in on where the source was coming from.

He was hoping that his guess was wrong.

It can't be.

Falling behind Joshua and Seungcheol's steps, Wonwoo slowly put one front in front of the other as they made their way to Jeonghan's office.

They had left for lunch shortly after his conversation with Jeonghan nearly an hour ago, unable to catch a glimpse of the so called girl of Jeonghan's dreams. Being equally as nosey as him, Joshua had somehow convinced Seungcheol to rush through their meal so that they could at least say hi to her.

Wonwoo felt the rice bowl he ate make it's way back up, leaving an acidic taste in his mouth as her voice grew louder with each step he took. He wanted to make a run for it. He wanted to make up an excuse.

But somehow, he couldn't.

It was almost as if her voice had hypnotized him, his brain unable to fight his legs from moving forward.

"Oh, they're here." Jeonghan smiled, standing from his seat to greet his department members standing at his doorway.

The girl's back was still turned when Wonwoo caught sight of her, sitting on the chair opposite of Jeonghan's desk.

She didn't need to turn around for him to know who it was. Her hair may be much longer this time, but he knew that figure.

He knows the way she sat, her posture, her style.... That scent.

Chloe eau de parfum. Her signature scent.

She still used it.

It was as if he was transported back in time – his knees buckling under him.

Reaching for the napkin by her plate, she wiped her lips before turning around to greet the three men her boyfriend had told her about.

"Y/n." She smiled, bringing her hand out to shake theirs – starting from Seungcheol's end.

Wonwoo sucked in a deep breath once she got to him, pulling his best smile as he felt her touch again. It was brief but it was more than enough for him – feeling her hand fit into his.

Just like old times.

He thought the pain he felt that god forsaken night was the worst he could ever experience in his life – but this was far worse. It felt as though he could feel and hear everything all around him as he watched her make small talk with the two men by his side, all while Jeonghan's arm casually slung around her hips.

Wonwoo wasn't listening to a single thing they were saying. He was far too busy battling his mind's attempts to put him in fight or flight mode.

All those times Jeonghan spoke about the girl he hopes to marry, claiming he knew she was the one the second he dropped her off after the first date, the girl he had recently moved in with, the girl he had bought a puppy for as Christmas present – it was her.

It was the girl he had broken all those years ago.

Wonwoo absentmindedly reached up to the black fabric around his neck, pulling it loose away from him as he felt his airway grow tighter – his chest heaving as the air around him became thin.

"You okay?" She eyed him.

He blinked back his thoughts, sending her a smile and nod. "Yeah." He coughed.

"You look like you saw a ghost." Joshua added with a chuckle.

He did.

Ghost of his past.

The one that haunted him every day for the past three years.

Any time he ordered coffee, he thought about how she was the one that had recommended him that soy milk was a far better option than whole milk. Whenever he would go out for groceries himself, he would remember all the times she would walk alongside the cart as he pushed it – allowing her to talk him into steering away from the list they had put together.

There wasn't a single day when he didn't think of her. Everything he did, it always came back to her.

Wonwoo couldn't help but think if she had done the same with Jeonghan.

Did he also prefer iced soy lattes despite the nearly freezing temperature because she had shown him that it was better than burning his tongue?

Did he also laugh at all her sneaky attempts to put snacks into their grocery carts?

Did she also wake him with her cold toes in the middle of the night, seeking warmth from his legs because no matter how much he cranked the heater up – it wasn't enough to raise her body's internal temperature?

Did she also take him around to her parent's home to show off the paintings they have collected over time? Especially the one he had bought for them for their 15 year anniversary?

Did Jeonghan know about him?

"Alright, I gotta go." She clapped, glancing at the clock on the wall. "It was great seeing you all."

Y/n's eyes lingered on his, a warm smile on her lips.

All the pain, the anger, the suffering behind her eyes were gone – she had forgiven him.

It was great seeing you. It was for him.

Wonwoo didn't know if this was much worse than her being angry at him. In his head, he chose to believe that she still saw him as a villain – the man that ripped her heart out and stomped on it.

Because in his head, he was the villain. He still and will always beat himself up for what he had done to her.

To them.

He was the monster that took their perfect relationship and destroyed it.

Wonwoo didn't know how, but she found a way to move on. While he had yet to forgive himself for his mistakes, stuck in the past and clinging on to the only thing he knows – she had not once turned back.

Just like that night.

Y/n kept moving forward and left him all alone to wallow in what they once were.... and what they could have been.

"I'll call you after work, baby." Y/n bid Jeonghan goodbye as placed a kiss on her temple.

Baby. A simple pet name that carried so much weight.

She once called him that.

That title was once his.

That sweet voice, the one that was music to his ears, calling someone else the words he wished he heard every day.

The heart buried deep in his stomach had fallen out, shattering into millions of pieces. He couldn't suppress his emotions any longer, he felt as though his chest was going to burst.

Wonwoo hurriedly excused himself to his office, leaning against the now shut door – finally letting out the sob that threatened to escape his throat just a few seconds ago.

This must have been what she felt when she had found out that he had sinned against her.

He deserved it. All of it.

This was the bed he made himself and he had no choice but to lie in it

#wheewwwwww alright okay here is the second part of champagne problems #i had to make sure it wasn't similar to right where you left me/mingyu fic i wrote lol #hopefully i made him suffer enough for yall lol #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fic #wonwoo x oc #wonwoo x y/n #seventeen fic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo angst #spamwrites

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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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for your blurb event, could you do one with dilf hotch where he wants to take the reader with him to jack's birthday party but when they get there hailey makes a scene about reader being there, maybe even about how young the reader is and she doesn't want reader to leave?

BIAS | A.H.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: probably not the most cannon portrayal of haley, age gap, lovesick aaron

You were sitting rather uncomfortably on the little wooden bench in front of Haley's place, Aaron had very pleadingly asked you to wait here while he and his ex-wife went to have a discussion in the kitchen, a discussion which wasn't at all as private as you were sure it should be, the whole of the party probably overhearing the pair shouting at each other- it was rather fitting, they had witnessed the spark of the fight, it was only fitting they were exposed the to rest of it. You wanted to interrupt them, wanted to tell them that it wasn't as big a problem as it turned into, you could easily leave, celebrate Jack's birthday when he was at Aaron's, and it would've been simple if that was the only problem.

However, the second Haley decided to take a shot at you and your relationship with Aaron, you knew that simple flew right out of the open door past you. It was hardly the first time your relationship had been brought into question, your age had been a regular point of conversation in the office on many occasions but never like that, never had someone taken it upon themselves to insult you in front of a living room full of people merely for being there in the first place. Though you expected as much, you were adamant about staying home from the very beginning because how could her reaction be anything other than negative- a stranger, half her age showing up at her home while clutching her ex-husband's arm, wanting to see her son- it was hardly a scene anyone would look forward to, but you didn't quite expect things to escalate that quickly.

You were lost in thought, not realizing the shouting had stopped until you looked up to find Aaron closing the front door, a deadly look in his eyes as he stared the wooden frame down, one hand adjusting his tie, the other clutching his car keys as he shook his head to himself.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he began and the instant shift in his eyes as he looked at you was enough to give anyone whiplash, his features relaxing slightly as he drew his gaze over your figure. You had Jack's gift resting on your lap, a book you'd seen at the little vintage bookstore you always stopped by on Saterdays, it was almost brand new, a story about an elephant solving crimes in the zoo, incredibly fitting to be read to him by his dad- you'd gone through great trouble to find wrapping paper with little zoo animals too just to make it extra special, which only upset him more to be fair.

"It's okay," you insisted, lifting your hand to show him the cake pop you'd been clutching onto since he left you. "One of the little monsters snuck me a treat," you explained and the smile on your lips was intoxicating, daring to completely calm him down as he nodded. "Those for me?" you breathed carefully, slowly, knowing that you weren't the person he was upset with, but he was upset all the same and even the second he took to calm himself down wouldn't change that. You pointed at the keys with a soft smile, hoping that the overall conclusion of their fight would be to send you home. He frowned, confused, clearly not on the same page as you. "I can take the car home and then I'll just pick you up when you're done," you clarified and felt awful silly when he shook his head at you, extremely unimpressed by your suggestion.

"What are you talking about?" he was walking towards you, reaching over to cup your cheek when he stopped in front of you, brows furrowed as your big eyes looked up at him, so soft, so sweet, it was utterly offensive that anyone could say a single negative thing about you, let alone in the way they did. "If we're going anywhere, we're going together," you were the one to frown, gently placing the cake-pop down next to you before your fingers sifted through his, still staying in place on your face as you shook your head right back at him.

"Aaron," you sighed and he was daring you to fight him on his very simple, very end-of-conversation solution, but you were never really all that good at doing what he said. "No way am I letting you miss your kid's birthday because of me."

"It's not because of you," he clarified and you weren't surprised when he nodded for you to move the gift to the bench beside you, not wasting a second before guiding you up to stand in front of him. "She's the one who decided to act like that, call you that," he scoffed, looking over your shoulder, the open curtain allowing him a full view of Jack playing pin the tail on the giraffe with his friends, the parents laughing along as the kids struggled.

The insult hit him harder than it hit you, you didn't care for it, obviously, but you loved Aaron and that meant that you had to get used to braving through whatever people threw at you- the prolonged stares from strangers in shopping malls, the whispers from other parents when you had to drop in to pick up Jack from school- you were used to it.

"Hey," you brought his attention back to you with delicate hands sliding over his chest, brown eyes falling to yours, not truly with you, far too stuck in his head, as always. "Now, you know I'm not her biggest fan, I'm very biased for that, but I do understand where she's coming from," you insisted and his brows furrowed, silently telling you to explain. "Jack is amazing, he's this pure little bundle of love and as much as you get to decide who gets to be in his life, so does she. She might've handled it wrong but I understand why she'd want this day with him, no me, but that doesn't mean no you," he knew you were right, knew that this wasn't a reaction of malice as much as uncertainty. "So, you're going to go in there and give that little munchkin his gift and make sure he has the best birthday ever," you paired your words with an encouraging smile, stealing his car keys from him.

"And what about you, I don't want to leave you all alone."

"Well, I'm going to go to your place, slip into your most comfortable shirt, rewatch pride and prejudice for the thousandth time, and order loads of takeout food with your card," he breathed a soft laugh, the rare kind he only saved for you, a sound so lovely it made you conspire about ways to get to hear it again.

"Don't forget dessert," he was melting, that tough exterior looking rather soft from your perspective, large hands circling your waist, squeezing lightly as he pulled you against him, never quite satisfied with the space between you. "I love you," he sighed, ever amused by the greedy way your hands moved against him, stilling on his neck as you stole a quick kiss, barely a peck from his lips. "I'm going to make this up to you," it was a silly promise, unnecessary in its nature since it was hardly his fault, as much as you wanted to be there for him and for Jack, you hope there'd be more birthdays you'd be present for in the future, more parties to attend, maybe even hold, one day couldn't wipe out the wish you had for a future with the both of them.

"You don't have to," you dismissed him, shrugging lightly, though you didn't fight the kiss he insisted on giving you, wiping away your smile, then another and another, making you giggle against his lips before he pulled back. "Though, I wouldn't say no to continuing this when you get home."

"I'll slip away early."

"Don't you dare! Want you to stay until bedtime, maybe read a few pages of his new book. Promise me that you'll do the voices too? You know he loves the voices."

"I'll do the voices," his answer wasn't good enough, the pout that danced on your mouth and the way your big eyes dared him to disobey your adorable demands. "Honey, I'll do the voices, promise."

"Good, and give him an extra forehead kiss from me, will you?" you were pulling away, and he very hesitantly let you, not before one more kiss, of course, hands brushing your waist as he released you. "Love you, " you smiled, blowing him a kiss, it was sickening, the pair of you, acting like two teenagers as you walked to his car, pausing to smile at him, watch him as he opened the door and you were lucky you did because when his little mini-me popped his head out to wave at you too, your heart all but ran away from you.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x yn #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #monique's event days #right where queue left me #monique's writing events

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mach1ne-g1rl · 1 year

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i think theyre siblings

#buzzer wrong answer sound effect)#sun.art #michael distortion #annabelle cane #character tagging this (shudders) (gets scared) (deletes tumblr accou #too scared to tag tma so i wont smiles #know that one doorkeay fic where michael and annabelle are like feral siblings who drink tea n try to kill each other? yeah #sad girl (right) and silly man (left)

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cosmicdenro · 1 year

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post-fic fanart for this fic by flamingredanon lets GO i was yelling when i saw the tag "up to the reader to decide what happens" SO!! I DID DECIDE!! THIS!!

#i switched forget-me-nots' meaning here by implying those were keeping RHM back from remembering.#so the daffodils blooming represent rebirth as is! but the forgetmenots wilting means he's actually remembering now #hey humans made up meanings and i as human can change them meanings riiiiight #scriboozles #ANWAYS YEAH THE FIC IS GREAT ITS SHORT N NICE I LOVE IT LOTS . LEFT ME SOBBING #I STILL HAVE THE FOLLOW-UP-FIC COMIC IN THE WORKS FOR THIS #i am putting that beside the other drawings that will take a little more time than usual #so i can whip out the smaller drawing ideas ive been getting these days mein gott #the henry stickmin collection #thsc #copperright #reginald copperbottom #right hand man reborn #rhm

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valeffelees · 4 months

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only bad thing about being in a fandom where one of the characters canonically has wings is the painful lack of classic wingfic. where is my everything's the same but people have bird wings watford au where one day baz notices simon hasn't been grooming his wings bc of an injury to his ribs so he sits on his bed and makes a whole fuss about how "i'm not doing this to be nice, snow, your wings are just a travesty to look at" and then proceeds to carefully and lovingly tidy his feathers in drawn out silence while they both pretend grooming someone else's wings isn't one of the most intimate things you can do for another person. will this heartbreak never end

#i have an old wingfic that never left the zero draft stage and it was suuuper fucking plotty #simon was still the chosen one in it but not in a weird sex magic kinda way like he was just home grown like that so no humdrum #so lucy is alive and he grew up with her and the mage (and they have a dog!) (simon named her ''little simon'' lmfao)#meanwhile baz isn't a vampire but natasha still died when he was five bc ok i don't know how to explain the lore behind this #bc it has to do with a skeevy blackmarket trade involving human wings like it was kinda dark ngl #but the long and short of it is that baz and tasha are kidnapped and tasha is killed keeping baz safe but baz's wings are damaged #pretty severely and so one of them never grows to full size and it leaves him flightless #n e way simon and baz don't get on bc the mage is still the mage and the old families are still the old families #but they are roommates as usual #and half-term their eighth year pitch manor is raided by blackmarket poachers and mordelia is kidnapped and the whole grimm family is #in shambles so baz goes right to simon about it and there's this reverse of the simon-showing-up-at-baz's-door scene #where baz shows up at simon's door a complete WRECK to ask for help getting his sister back #and simon is like. why are you asking ME for help?#and baz is like. bc you're the only one i know who can #and then they fucking steal one of the mage's cars and hit the road [so good right now by fall out boy starts playing]#and then it's just kind of a normal mission fic about them finding mordelia and saving her life and baz falls out a very high window #and simon catches him etc.#i love wingfics so much #sighs wistfully #i think i need to be alone w my gdocu for while #valen and the void

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heartburstings · 3 months

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i'm sikc you have to heal me. with laios kabru y.uri. i mean yaoi is fine too. i want yuri thoguh

#wynn speaks #my little siblings have gone to bed so you guys get my delirious dunmesehi ramblings now #queen laios and her advisor kabru btw. if you guys even care #you know all those ''uh ohhh LOL laios needs heirs!!!'' fics #fixed bc laios already has at least 1 kid. entirely different problem: her ex husband. what's up with that guy am i right #the fic i would write abt girl laios discovering her wants and interests beyond her needs . the fic i would write if i had any power left #in my beautiful world btw falin n marcille are also still girls. i don't care #yuri kingdom

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wttcsms · 1 month

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haikyuu brainrot is literally terminal. if u or someone u know has this affliction, here's something you will probably need

#it's me. im the one who needs to be put down #im watching s4 and every time I see a character im like wow #u deserve a fic #u deserve 2 fics #u deserve to be dicking down girls left n right

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bylertruther · 1 year

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the byIer fandom really is a hivemind bc every time i think i came up with a cool fic idea i'll eventually see posts or fics from other writers spring up showing tht we all had the same exact idea down to even the same exact nitty-gritty details and headcanons for them without ever interacting with each other at all. like... bro. 💀 We're Connected..

#wood elf!will au? check #asoiaf inspired royal/fantasy au with the same sigils for 4/7 houses n ruling byers family? check #will never left the upside down au? check #hades x persephone / gen greek mytho au? check #necromancer!will au? check #will n mind flayer team-up s5 spec fic? check #werewolf!mike au? check #vampire!will au? check #bro we really share the same brain or smth like How Does That Even Happen BFBDJDNDND #and the spider-man au now... thts been a thing for a long time but now Everyone is on board with it so now new fics #are springing up left n right w tht idea etc etc #the hivemind isn't a theory or sci fi thing it's Real and we are Living It #its jus funnie to me how so many strangers can come up w the same thing. if anything it jus shows how hard these AUs fuck tbh #i will read every single one of them idc!!!!! n continue to pick at my own ofc.#and im being vague by just saying the gen / main trope but so many different authors will simultaneously come up with similar stories #(similar stories =/= similar writing or experiences tho they are still separate entities based on diff things w diff vibes etc all unique)#independently and it's jus like. How Did That Happen #hivemind brain 2 brain communication baybee thts how!!!

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icedmetaltea · 1 year

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Question. Do you think Sun's rays could theoretically be used as a fan. A very fast fan. A fan that could, also purely theoretically, be used to I don't know, decapitate people a little.

Also while we're on the subject, could Moon potentially use Sun's rays if he wanted to.

#horror #tw horror #I know it's a popular hc that he can move his rays left n right #to emote happiness or anger #so um #if say #he was #very very angry #at a certain dude who's being very inappropriate with our y/n #well #does that sound stupid or could I make it would #t he or et ica l ly #fic talk #headcanons #Also for maybe eventually some kinda factory au #buzzsaw sun #maybe maybe maaaybe

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seoafin · 2 years

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if you get sick gojo would take care of you and insists that he’s never going to catch your cold but also turns off his infinity to cuddle and kiss you while you’re too sick to do anything and then ends up getting sick like a week later

#all to make you take care of him lmfao #well he also just wanted to cuddle #as an adult he does it intentionally but hs gojo 100% believed he was invulnerable to viral infections #(without infinity on)#he's so extra he WOULD get sick just to get your attention #he saw rip!mc taking care of and fawning over shoko when she got sick their second year and decided right then and there he'd get sick #if there was ever a flu going around the school and shoko n geto got sick gojo would also get sick bc he hates being left out #that's just the kinda person he was in hs #anyway forget gojo where is MY self insert fic where shoko takes care of me after i get the flu #am i going to have to do this myself again!!!!#mtjjk

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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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if you're too shy- dbf!derek morgan where he's secretly dating rossi's daughter and when she's in trouble the team goes in to help her and instead of running to rossi she runs to derek

BRAVE | D.M.

word count: 1k (I'm really trying to keep these short, I swear ksjc)

warnings: I'm in love with him, your honor (also the reader being in danger obvs)

Derek wasn't sure how no one had realized just how absolutely shattered he'd been from the second they got that tape of you tied up and wounded, begging for help. He was sure it was obvious just how mad he was with worry, how on edge he was, how terrified he was- he blamed it on everyone else's worry, especially your father, if your father was even the tiniest bit focused on anything other than finding you he'd have put the pieces together immediately. He didn't care for it now, trying to hide how he felt, he wanted to find you, wanted to know you were safe and if he got his ass handed to him by Rossi in the process then so be it.

Truth be told, Rossi had noticed, everyone was worried, and everyone was on edge but it wasn't the first time they had lost someone on the team and though you weren't on the team, you were definitely part of the family. Derek, however, wasn't acting like he lost a team member, not close. Rossi would've had to be blind not to see the look on his face every time a lead fell through, the balled fists as he rewatched the video of you as if looking at it one more time would show him something new the team had missed, tell him something he hadn't heard, or the way his face showed such genuine fear when he first heard your voice- Derek was about as easy to read as the Sunday paper and Rossi, though not pleased at all with what that meant, had a feeling you'd be acting the very same if the roles were reversed.

Which is why, despite everything in him, Rossi was the one who volunteered to go first, check the rooms first, look for the unsub first, why he'd let Derek lead the team to look for you, why he'd let him go after the sound of your voice instead of the sound of a gun- if Derek's behaviour was anything to go by, you'd probably be wanting him anyway, it'd be him you'd be calling for from beneath your restrictions- and he was right.

You were crying, fighting against the restraints, fighting to feel him, to be free in a way that only his arms could free you and he was trying, gun discarded and knees on the bare concrete, cooing all the while as his tremored hands attempted to undo the knots.

"I'm trying, baby," he breathed, voice nearly as unsteady as his movements, barely keeping hold of his sanity as your crying intensified. "I know, sweet thing, I know, just one more second," and that's all it took before you were loose, the way you reached for each other was messy, reckless, senseless, you weren't sure how you'd tangled yourselves so quickly but you were on his lap, not a care for a single one of your injuries as you grabbed at his neck. "You're safe," he sighed, finally allowing the relive to find him, not concerned in the slightest for what the team would think as they rushed into the room behind him.

"I asked for you," you admitted, your voice a broken sound, hoarse from the shouting, trembling from the crying, not at all controlled. "In the video, it was stupid," you wanted to see him, pulling away with hands not delicate in the slightest as you cupped his cheeks. "Didn't want you to worry," you weren't thinking at all about who was listening, watching, trying to climb onto him even more, lean into him even more, eliminate the concept of space completely because you didn't want to be out of his arms for even a second ever again.

"You weren't stupid," he argued, his own hand mimicking yours as he brushed a thumb over your cheek, avoiding the scar that hid under dried blood, fuming at the sight, the only thing keeping him from beating the life out of the bastard who did this to you was the impossible grip you had on him. "You were brave, baby girl, so damn brave," he insisted and you nodded without thinking, entranced, exhausted, with the adrenaline leaving your system the ordeal was starting to catch up with you.

"Is my dad here too?"

"Right here," you looked over Derek's shoulder to find the pair of eyes that had been taking in your whole interaction, not at all expecting him to move forward and place a lingering kiss on the top of your hand, hand squeezing Derek's shoulder as he did so. "You think I'd let your guy over here take all the credit for saving you?" he mused and you managed a small smile, syncing into Derek's arms, body too heavy to stay upright any longer and of course, Derek was expecting the sudden slump and the nuzzle of your head into his neck as he lifted the pair of you up from the ground.

"We wanted to tell you," Derek noted as the medics moved you onto the gurney, connecting you to all the wires and machines, ignoring your whispered pleas for the time being. "She was scared."

"For you?" Rossi quipped, already knowing the answer, shrugging when your partner nodded guiltily, already moving to join you on the ambulance, instinct kicking in when he heard you begging for him, saw you reaching for him. "Don't think facing the father could be as terrifying as this," he tried a lighthearted comment, but it had a bite to it, tension still thick, nerves still soaring. Derek nodded again, looking down at you with eyes so full of love it was sickening.

"No sir," he agreed and smiled as you looked up at him with a big, dazed stare, a dreamlike look matching his own as you forced your entwined hands to your mouth to brush a light kiss to his knuckles. "Nothing could be as scary as losing her."

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